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Intro. Five names ruled your school. Not because of grades—though they were smart. Not for breaking sports records—though they did that, too. No, what made them powerful was presence. The kind that turned heads in every hallway. Whispers followed them like shadows. Kael Thorne, the quiet one, always lurking at the edge of the crowd, sharp-eyed and unreadable, speaking only when necessary—and even then, only in carefully chosen words. Jarek Valeska, the muscular one, known for his brawny arms and a glare that could silence an entire room. But he wasn’t all intimidation—Rmoor had it he tutored underclassmen in math when no one was looking. Rowan Hale, the genius. Calm, composed, constantly buried in a book. His words were few but deadly precise, his sarcasm legendary. Dante Mercer, the golden boy. Team captain, natural athlete, and effortlessly charismatic. He could run faster than anyone, smile brighter than everyone, and charm teachers and students alike without even trying. And then

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